#i hope y'all like it :)

[cowboymarcs]

clean

abby anderson x f!reader

summary: you and abby come across a river after patrol, stopping to clean yourselves (and each other) off.

warnings: 18+, smut, oral sex (abby receiving), scissoring, established relationship

as abby stripped off her clothes and waded into the gurgling river. it was spring now and the warm, bright sun was peeking through the clouds, the stream still cold enough to send goosebumps along abby’s pale skin and pebble her now nude nipples. she looked up at you, her long braid cascading down her chest in waves like the water rushing around her. 

“c’mon baby, get in.” her eyes crinkled with her smile, her pink, full lips curving up. she bent down, washing the dirt and stink off of herself, eager to feel clean again. she was waist deep now, the trail of hair on her lower stomach just barely peeking over the ripples. your eyes caught on the curls, coursing along her abs and defined v-line. your mouth salivated, aching to run your tongue down it. 

you began the process of undressing, wishing the hassle would be over already and you could get your hands on your girl. every second of unzipping your boots, emptying your weapons of their holsters, and peeling your fabric off of your skin felt like eternity to you. when you were down to just your undergarments, you glanced around, scanning for any attackers or infected.

once you were sure that the coast was clear, you unclasped your bra and let your tits fall, watching abby’s reaction, her eyes trained on their fullness. her gaze wandered down your body, falling on your panties. 

“take ‘em off.” it wasn’t a suggestion. she was hungry, and she wasn’t sheepish about it. you could tell by the lustful glint in her eyes. your fingers followed her command, fingertips looping around the hem and pulling them down to your feet before stepping out of them and towards the water. 

abby waded to you, arm outreached. you placed your hand in hers, gentle but sure, as she led you deeper into the chilled river. 

“fuck, ab, it’s freezing!” 

she chuckled and you could practically hear her smirk through the laugh, “then c’mere.” 

she yanked you to her chest, your head falling in the lull between her neck and shoulder, pert breasts touching. you groaned at the sensation, taking her tit in your palm, massaging it. her hands had wandered down to your lower back, grabbing a handful of your ass. you moaned and leaned further into her, breathing her familiar scent in deep.

she bent lower, scooping handfuls of water and spilling them along your arms, shoulders, and torso, rubbing the dirt away. rivulets of water dribbled down your bodies, running along the grooves and lines of your warm skin, catching the sunlight and shining. 

you brushed a stray hair behind her ear, fingers grazing her strong jaw bone. this was the first time you’ve seen her- seen her jaw relaxed, no longer tight and twitching with anger- in a long, long time. your heart swelled at the sight. you kissed her, sweet and lasting, firmly holding the sides of her face in between your hands. she groaned into your mouth, hers opening and tongue sliding along yours. 

abby pulled back, immediately kissing along your neck, lips suckling at the taut skin. her lips traveled down to your clavicle before sucking your nipple into her mouth. you let out a moan at the sensation, fingers tangling in her hair. she groaned as well, the vibration of her mouth on your tit sending chills down your spine. you could stand here, in this river with her forever, reveling in the bliss of it all. 

“abs?”

“yeah babe?”

“wanna eat you out,” you slurred, syllables warbled by pleasure. she released your breast and kissed you furiously, stealing your breath. her hands clasped the nape of your neck, grip tightening by her want for you. she began walking you backwards towards the bank of the river, water becoming shallower with each step. 

you laid her down on the grassy patch of the bank, following her down and straddling her hips. your hands ran down the hard lines of her shoulders, chest, and stomach, eventually running through the patch of hair covering her cunt. your body followed the movement of your hands, moving down until you were sat in front of her pussy, bare and ready for you.  

“so pretty for me, abs. such a pretty pussy,” you muttered, hands bracing her thick, muscular thighs and spreading them, revealing her wet cunt. you leaned forward, pressing kisses to the skin around her glistening hole, making her clench around nothing. 

abby groaned, head falling back against the grass, hands resting on the crown of your head. you looked up at her, as your mouth licked a long stripe up her cunt, and settling on her swollen clit. her thick thighs trembled around your head, chest heaving with pleasure. 

you spit on her cunt, letting the saliva drip down to her opening, slowly pushing one finger into her tight hole. she moaned, the grip on your hair tightening while you thrusted slowly in and out of her. 

“oh my god, baby, so fucking good,” she gasped.

“yeah, well you taste so fucking good,” you replied, tongue licking along her clit, removing your finger and diving down to tongue her sopping cunt. she whined loudly, eyes hooded and filled with lust. 

abby sat up suddenly, halting your movements, before grabbing your shoulders and pulling you into a searing kiss. she then swiftly grabbed you and flipped you over, her body now caging you in. you let out a whine at the sight above you. the lines of her muscles were catching the sunlight, casting shadows into the grooves. you ran your hands up her body and settled your palms on her tits again, playing with her nipples. 

she leaned back, sitting on her haunches. she grasped your leg, draping it over her shoulder, and situating herself in between your thighs like a puzzle piece. her cunt brushed lightly against yours, igniting a gasp to fall from your lips at the wet pleasure of it all. 

abby began grinding her hips down on yours, eyes hooded and mouth agape. you threw your head back, overcome with pleasure and the sight in front of you. you gripped her thigh, nails marking divots in her skin. 

“oh, fuck, abby. fuck, so good,” you babbled, her hips grinding faster, sopping cunt fucking and rubbing against your own. her palms found your tits again, squeezing and pinching at your raised nipples, making you moan. 

both of you were close. the way her hips became fast and crazed told you that much, and you could feel the metaphorical string in your lower belly pulling tighter and tighter, bound to snap at any moment. 

“ngh- fuck, i’m so close baby,” she mumbled through her moans and heavy breathing, blue eyes locking with yours, keen on watching you come undone on her cunt. the pleasure was building, your swollen clit beaming at the attention she was giving it. 

“abby,” you moaned- nearly shouting her name, as she scissored you roughly, chasing her own high. your pleasure rose, climbing up that steady hill of satisfaction, your peak just seconds away. abby’s hips stuttered, her clit bumping against yours furiously.

pleasure coursed through your nerves as your orgasm shook through you, legs shaking around abby as she came as well, mouth ajar and eyes rolled back into her skull. she groans sexily, fingers gripping into the fat of your ass as her hips stilled, clit still pounding in sync with yours.

you reached up, fingers brushing her soft, blonde hair out of her face, “you’re so beautiful baby,” you whisper, heart full. she smiled and leant down to capture your mouth in hers. 

[zionmantis]

☀ When your partner is having a manic superstar day ☀

This was supposed to just be a silly sketch. I dunno why I spent weeks on it. I am very good at time management.

[furikass]

This is an idea that occured to me and I couldn’t stop thinking about til I drew it lmao. I hope y’all like it!

[narcissarina]

Darkened Desires

Pairings: Mafia!Scaramouche × Barista!Reader

Word count: 1,088

Tw: praise kink, degradation, kidnapping, tourture, dub/non-con, forced breeding, dismembering, gore, deaths, age-gap, corruption, use of force, trauma, use of drugs, stalking, mentions of human trafficking on the near chapters, slowburn.

Warning: This fanfiction may contain kidnapping, torture, dub/non-con, forced breeding, dismembering, age-gap, corruption, vigilante Scaramouche, use of force, trauma, use of drugs, stalking, and more. This fiction will continue grow darker as chapters goes by.

Your mental health matters.

PROLOGUE

“It shouldn’t have come to this.” This wouldn’t have happened, if she could just listen to me! I would not have done that, she was suppose to be mine, mine alone. How dare he laid his hands on her. I should’ve just chained her, isolate her, keep her all by myself. If only she kept her curiosity to herself.

Very well then, curiosity does kill the cat. I’ll be having my own fun to chase and to hunt her down, until she admits that every part of her is mine.

CHAPTER 1:

THE SUN

Nothing makes my morning much more delightful than working in a Café that me and my friend own, a smile spread across my face as I greet a customer with delight, “Hello, welcome to Tulipa Purissima. What can I get you today?” I saw a smile from the little girls face as she waved at me and pointed right to the menu of our café.

“Mommy, mommy!” the girl yelled with a high pitched but adoring voice, “I want a strawberry cake!” the girl added, on the other hand—the mother, was busy speaking to her phone while holding the little girls hand. This very much reminded me of how me and my mother were. I let out a soft laugh as the girl was too eager to have her strawberry cake, pulling her mothers sleeve and arm, whining and pushing her. The older woman didn’t flinched nor yelled at the girl, she just pat her head and hold the call, pinching her daughters cheek.

This is so adorable to watch.

After a few exchanged mutters from the mother and daughter, they placed their order and find their seats. Those two really did remind me of my mother and me, how she’ll always take the call either a call from relatives or from her workplace, then we’ll go to a café and I sulk at her from taking too long.

I laughed and passed the order from my friend, who will make and serve the orders. This is how me and my friend, Estrella do and pick our parts, we also switch roles from time to time.

As I serve customers, call out their name to pick up their order, something caught my attention—someone. Group of men dresses in fancy black tuxedo inside the café, they haven’t get anything yet. I assume they were only bystanders, I sigh and look for my friend to make sure, “Estrella?” I called, she hums in response and finishing the last order and gave the receipt to the customer.

“Those men..” I point towards the right side of the back of the café, trying my best not to seem rude to point to customers and not wanting to be find out that I’m talking about them, “they haven’t ordered anything yet, right?” I asked, worry hinted in my voice. Since I feel a bit of intimidation towards of group of men, worse part is that they even dressed up in black expensive tuxedo’s.

My friend took a quick glance and stared at me in the eye, shaking her head and wiping her hands with tissues, “No,” she hums, “I haven’t seen a single one of them come to front and claim their order.” She added, Estrella has a knack for remembering faces of customers for the day and know who’s had ordered and who didn’t, “and they don’t seem like a regular here either.”

I sigh and got out from the counter, “I’ll deal with them, we can’t have bystanders here.” I murmur to myself and to Estrella to hear, she gave a thumbs-up as if it’ll motivate me and have such courage to speak with those dangerous looking men.

There were three to seven people in this table, two on either side of the bench seat and a man in the middle—sweating and fidgeting, as if he’s being threatened by these men. I approach their table, my hands clasp together and I cleared my throat to bring their attention to me, “Hello, gentlemen.” I utter, trying to steady my voice and not stutter or eat my words up. I continue, “I—uh noticed that you guys haven’t order anything here yet and that an atmosphere you bring inside Tulipa Purissima is unsettling, if you all don’t mind, I kindly ask you all to leave.”

A man with dark purple hair and in a short hime cut with lavender highlights, I assume he’s a little older than me but with a baby face like that and how he stood out from the rest of the men, I think I know who’s in charge of the group. He spoke, his tone flat and uninterested, “so we just need to order and you’ll leave us alone?” he asked, his eyes darkening and piercing the more he look at me dead in the eye.

I think I want to curl up into a ball and cry to my mommy.

My lips sealed shut, his voice raspy and husky. I don’t move an inch and I peel my eyes away from his deadly gaze, “uh. I- I mean.” I started stammering, I could feel my heart beating and racing, my legs wanting to give out and run to my friend Estrella.

Help, I’m scared.

He waves his hand lazily, his palm resting his chin and elbow on the table. “Whatever, get me some dark coffee.” He said, tone still flat and uninterested. He turn to his colleagues—or that I assume that were his colleagues, it feels like more a security than old friends…

“You all order some, my treat.” He murmured but it was loud enough to be heard by the others, I took out my handy-dandy notebook and write down all their orders. I’m so glad that I keep this thing all the time with me.

After placing and telling me their order, I noticed the man looking at me. The one in the middle, his eyes big and wide, his hands trembling and fidgeting—as if he’s telling me to help him.

“I don’t want to intrude but,” I said and lean over the table and look at the man, but I don’t lean in too close. “I’m sorry sir but are these gentle folks seems to bother you nor are they intimidating you?” I asked, my tone strong and full of concern.

I could feel a burning sensation at the back of my neck, and I know who’s eyes they were…

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Chapter 2: THE MOON

[im-a-marvel-ous-hoe]

Baby, Please Come Home | Bucky Barnes (1st Day of 🎄)

(Credits to the owner of this gif!)

Hello hello hello! Alondra here! I haven’t written anything in a long time, so I apologize if this is shit lol I’m doin a 12 days of Christmas sort of thing and I’m praying that this doesn’t flop 😅

Christmas Masterlist <- check out my other holiday fics! ✨

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“Merry Christmas, doll.” I heard Bucky’s voice through the phone, his tone in a slightly higher pitch than usual. I smiled to myself as I sat down on the couch, startling Alpine for a moment as she was just starting to fall asleep. She yawned and stretched out her little white paws in front of me, her claws peaking out as she started to climb onto my lap. The princess has spoken. Looks like I’m gonna be stuck here for a little while.

“Merry Christmas, Bucky.” I spoke. The realization that we’re not spending Christmas together this year comes fluttering to the front of my mind no matter how much I've tried to ignore it these past few weeks. The only sense of warmth I have of him in our house is some old shirts he left behind and our baby Alpine. She’s quiet and craves cuddles, just like her dad. “It uh… it doesn’t sound as good on the phone as I was hoping than in person, does it?” He chuckled out, trying to find a way to lighten the mood. I shook my head, forgetting for a moment that he couldn't see me. “No, it does not.” I replied, clutching my phone close to my ear trying to imagine that he’s here right in front of me and his voice isn’t so staticy.

“You want to say hi to Alpine? She’s right here.” I looked down at the small animal on my lap as my hand began softly scratching her head. “Of course I do! Put her on.” I placed my phone on the arm rest and pressed the speaker button on my screen. “You’re on speaker, baby.” I heard him shuffling on the other end of the line before speaking up. “Alpine? You there?” The cat’s ears turned up and looked towards my phone. “You takin’ good care of your momma?”

She stood up and leaned closer to my phone, inspecting it. It’s like I could see the cogwheels in her head turn as she wondered how she could hear her dad’s voice if he wasn’t here. “She’s been keeping me company.” I smiled and heard him laugh on the other end. “Really?” He said. I could almost picture him smiling. “Yeah! We’re best buddies now. We have so many intellectual conversations.”

“I can’t wait to see it in person. I gotta get Sam to help me figure out how to take a video so I can just do it without messing up when I get home.” I chuckled at the thought of poor Sam having to deal with Bucky’s lack of phone knowledge and the constant bickering they’re bound to have. I swear, sometimes he really does act like a 100-somethin’ year old man. “Sergeant Barnes, you are something else.”

“Hey, you know I still have trouble understanding! I didn’t grow up with this kind of thing.”

“Then how is it that my grandmother is able to figure out Facebook better than you?” I laughed as he grumbled. “Your grandma had more time to figure it out! It’s not my fault she’s hip.”

I could just imagine what his face looks like right now. His eyebrows are probably scrunched up, his gaze is on the floor and his lips are pouty and just waiting to be kissed. I let out a chuckle and looked around our house. The decorations were put up soon after Thanksgiving. We played Christmas music in the background as we both decorated our tree, Alpine seeming to think this is another place for her to climb and make hers. Once Bucky put the star on top, everything just felt perfect, even though I knew I wouldn’t see him on the day of. “I’m really sorry that I wasn’t able to be there this year.” He said. “I tried my best to – ”

“Bucky, don’t worry about it. It’s okay, I completely understand. Our line of work doesn’t exactly allow us to have vacations, sort to speak. I’m not holding it against you.”

“I know, doll, but still. I thought I would at least be home for Christmas.”

“I know, baby, I know but there’s nothing else we can do about it. We’re in two different places and flights are backed up, so I guess we’ll just have to make due with what we’ve got.” I could feel tiny vibrations on my leg as Alpine purred against me, my hand not stopping to show her love. She seems content. He sighed and spoke up once again. “I’ll make it up to you. I promise.”

I smiled. “I know you will.”

He cleared his throat as if he was trying to mask the sound of something. “Bucky… was that.. were you in a – ”

“Baby, did you get the thing that I sent you yet?” He cut me off as I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. “Um.. no, no I haven’t. I haven’t gotten anything.” He let out a groan. “No? Are you sure? FedEx promised me it would arrive in time for Christmas.” Alpine leaned in closer to my hand as I scratched the top of her head. “Doll, can you please do me a favor and keep an eye out for it? It could be arriving any minute.” I smiled to myself as I nodded. “Okay, I will.”

“I wanna hear as you see what I got you for Christmas.” I rolled my eyes and chuckled. “Bucky, you know I will love whatever you got me, but what I really want is you and I don’t think FedEx can send people over like that.” He let out a laugh. “Maybe they’d let me if Steve was to put in a good word.”

“You’re such an idiot.” I laughed and Alpine stirred in my lap, a quiet reminder for me to not move or else she’s gone and she’s the only thing in this house keeping me company. I could hear him huffing on the other line as I tried to figure out what he’s doing. “Bucky?”

“Yeah?”

“Where are you?”

“What do you mean where am I? You know where I’m at.”

“No, I mean are you outside? I could hear you huffin’ and puffin’. Are you trying to keep warm?”

“Maybe there’s another reason why you can hear me breathin’ so hard. I’m talkin’ to a pretty girl on the phone and she misses me just as much as I miss her.”

I stayed silent for a moment as I processed his words and gasped. You cheeky little fucker. “James!” My outburst along with Bucky’s laugh startled Alpine once more as she got up and left. “No! Kitty come back!” I could hear him practically wheezing in the background as she left to God knows where in our house. “What happened?”

“You made me scare Alpine out of my lap!” I whined as he continued to laugh at my expense. “Hey, you were the one who got the joke late and yelled, scaring our poor baby Alpine! That’s not my fault!”

“It is too! If you hadn’t made that joke, I wouldn’t have reacted that way!” I’m sure my face must be red from embarrassment as he continued on. “And to answer your question, with no hidden dirty jokes, I went out for a walk. I couldn’t stay in that hotel with Sam trying to find ways to decorate my arm with holiday decorations. Note to self, don’t let Sam buy tinsel and say it’s for the “tree at the Stark Tower”.”

I smiled at the thought of Steve being in the middle of these two teasing each other like children and not knowing which side he should take. Hearing his voice, even if it’s not crystal clear, makes me forget for a moment that he’s not here. There’s almost this sort of echo in the house that really makes you feel like you’re alone. It still breaks my heart, but I wouldn’t tell him to make him feel even worse about it. He’s trying his best and that’s all I could really hope for.

But I do wish he was here. Wherever Bucky goes, that’s home.

“Hey, I’m gonna take a wild guess here and say that you didn’t take the trash cans in like I asked you to.”

I was silent for a moment as I thought about what he said. “You didn’t, did you?” I shook my head and spoke. “Um no, I’m pretty sure I did.” I tried to lie and pretend like I didn’t forget, which in fact I know I did.

“Oh, really? Hmm… are you sure? ‘Cause something is telling me that you forgot.” I smiled and leaned back more into the couch and got comfortable. “I know I tend to be forgetful, but I’m pretty sure I already took them in.” I heard him chuckle. “Alright, alright I’ll believe you. I know you wouldn’t lie to me, baby..”

“Trying to put the guilt trip on me even when you’re not here, baby?” I laughed and grabbed the remote to turn on the TV. “I’m just stating the facts.. oh, hey, one second! I’m getting another call. I’ll be right back.” I waited for him as he placed me on hold and began to browse through Netflix to look for some good Christmas films to watch.

Before I could go to my suggestion list, I heard the doorbell ring.

“Weird, wrong number…” I heard his voice once again as he took me off hold. “Hey, I just heard the doorbell ring.” I spoke as I went to stand up. “It’s probably FedEx. Go check it out and take me with you!” I stood up, grabbed my phone and went to go and find a sweater to quickly put on. “Just uh do me a favor.” He requested. “Sure, baby. What is it?”

“I know you’re lonely at home, but try not to check out the delivery man too much, okay? Even if he is very handsome.” I laughed and shook my head. “Ohh, I don’t know Barnes. I gotta see what kind of a package I’m lookin’ at here.” I joked as he laughed. I walked over to the front door and opened it. My body stood still as my phone fell out of my hands.

“Delivery, for Mrs. – ” Before he could even finish the sentence, I jumped up and wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him towards me. I could feel and hear him laughing against me as his arms embraced me tighter into him. I could feel the cold air from outside come into the house, but I didn’t care. He was warm and he was standing at our doorstep.

He pulled me back so he could look at me and I could see a sheen of tears in his baby blues as he leaned down for a kiss. Both hands cupped my cheeks as he held me in place, his cold lips meeting my own. He’s grown out his stubble and it lightly tickled my top lip. I reached my hands up to tug at his hair and felt him smile against me as soft moans of content left his mouth. He pulled away too soon for my liking and looked down at me and laughed.

“Did ya miss me, doll?” I pulled him in for another kiss as he mumbled against my lips. “I can hardly tell.” His metal hand moved a strand of hair away from my face as he continued to smile at me. “But… how are you here? You’re supposed to be in – ”

“I know I know but we managed to finish the mission early and catch a flight. Turns out, Steve doesn’t mind using the Captain America card to get on a plane while running late.” He chuckled. He rubbed small circles on my cheek as I leaned into him. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you too.” He leaned in to grant me one more kiss before pulling away to make a comment. “I know it seems hard to believe, but I made you a promise that I will try to be home for Christmas and I keep my promises… unlike someone I know who didn’t bring in the trash cans.”

Fuck…

“Oops? You’re not upset, right?” I asked as he shook his head. “No, baby I’m not upset. I could care less about them. I’ve just gone and gave myself the best present a guy could ask for… the love of his life, crying and cheeks reddened in his arms, clinging to him with all the might they can muster..” He laughed as he held me against him.

“I’m here and I’m not going anywhere… now let’s get inside, get a warm drink and see if we can warm ourselves up with each other.” He winked as I playfully slapped his arm. “Let’s go surprise Alpine.”

“Ahh! That’s right!” He walked in and yelled out. “Alpine? Daddy’s home! Where are you sweetheart?” I closed the door behind us and smiled at the thought of him finally being home. He took off his jacket just as she came out from wherever she was hiding. He crouched down as she walked up to welcome him home. “Hey, you. Ya missed me?” He chuckled as he looked up at me.

“Doll?”

“Yeah?” He smiled up at me, his cheeks rosy as he uttered, “Merry Christmas.”

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[stonedstargazer666]

What if stoned iii edging

Ok so reading this, my first immediate thought was III getting YOU high, and edging/teasing you. Hear me out here... That's right you know what time it isssss!

this one took a lot longer and i'm sorry. but rest assured I was very much stoned while writing this. hope you enjoy the word vom.

TW for this one: use of a drug (Weed), knife, blood, cutting into skin with said knife. not sure what else lemme know

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It would started off as usual, the two of you lounging on his bed. Both of you shirtless, cause it was just the two of you. Watching TV, "Passing" a joint back and forth. He's not smoking at all, he just takes the joint for a moment then passes it back. You're too engrossed in the movie to even pay attention. You start feeling a pleasant heavy feeling, tapping out of the session. III encourages you to take a few more hits, which you do. Cause why not?

So you do, III can see how blood shot your eyes are. The small ever present smile that graces your features whenever you get stoned, the familiar glaze your eyes get when you start getting horny. Yeah, he knows you inside and out. A little touch, a gentle graze of his fingers is enough to pull a soft whine from you. He plays it dumb, whispering in your ear. Asking if you're ok, all the while trailing his fingers up and down your arm. He smirks while you try playing it off, trying to act like nothing is wrong. He knows you better though, and he can feel every little shudder and twitch as you start responding to his touch.

He mentions wanting to try something, his voice low, conspiratorial. The timbre of his voice vibrating through your body. Lighting every nerve aflame, suddenly his touch feels heavy against your arm, his palm almost too hot against your skin. Then it's gone, leaving you cold and slightly disoriented. Your head spins as you look back at your lover, seeing him put in eye drops.

His typical routine while smoking, you had no clue he was completely sober. So sober, that it almost hurt to be around you. You miss the way III takes a breath to steady himself, and you definitely miss the way his eyes rake over your form. He tells you to lay fully on your back, sweetly but still with an air of command. Of course you comply, your head too fuzzy not too. Not when his voice bounces in your hazy mind, making you feel warm and safe.

You have your eyes closed, relaxing into the mattress. you can feel his gaze on you, causing a shiver to run down your spine. It felt like he was almost studying you, but again this was a normal occurrence. Sometimes III would get so baked with you that he would just zone out for a little bit, he'd usually snap out of it after a few minutes and then would be really touchy.

But with your eyes closed, you don't see the methodical look in the bassists eyes. III slowly reaches over to his nightstand, his icy calculating gaze never leaving your body. His fingers curl around the (slightly) dulled pocket knife there, his deft fingers flicking it open. The sharp metallic click seems to echo in the room, III is quick to cover your eyes when he sees them fluttering.

He coaxes you to relax for him, placing the knife on your stomach. Relishing in the way you shudder, and relax under him. III keeps you pressed against the bed, he tells you that he's not going to restrain you this time. Much to your dismay, you jut your bottom lip out in a pout. But he smooths it with his thumb, his voice seeping into your bones as he whispers into your ear. Explaining to you that he wanted to try a different type of teasing this time.

The idea of a different kind of teasing ignites a molten feeling in your core, III's hand still covering your eyes, the knife perfectly balanced on the slight pudge of your stomach. He tells you to be a good pet, and stay still and keep those pretty eyes shut. you nod, a small whimper escaping your throat. Causing the man you love to chuckle darkly at your response, his free hand gently stroking your hip. He's amused by how eager you seem to be for this new type of teasing.

As he speaks, he leans closer to your ear, his breath hot against your sensitive skin. He tells you that tonight, instead of restraining you physically, he wants to challenge you mentally. He wants to see how well you can stay still for him, his low voice sends your stomach into a frenzy. You can't help the shuddering gasp that comes out, as he starts tracing intricate patterns onto your skin with the tip of the blade. Each swipe of the knife creates delicate lines that catch the light in different ways, casting shadows across the exposed flesh.

You can feel the familiar heat of arousal pooling in your stomach, the fresh sting from the blade heavy on your mind. You fist at the bed sheets in an attempt to ground yourself from the already overwhelming sensation, and the high you're feeling. Which seems more intense, but you don't have time to dwell on the thought. Because you feel the hot, wet muscle of III's tongue against the shallow cuts. His feverish groans send tidal waves of heat to your core.

III feels your hips bucking, and smirks against your heated skin. He can feel your heated gaze on him, he knows that he could get you close just by this, your beautiful hazy gaze meets his. He sees the exact second your pupils fully dilate, he sets the knife gently on your chest. your breath hitching at the cool weight. As the knife is placed gently onto your chest, your reaction sends a thrill of pleasure shooting straight to his groin. He knows he has hit on something incredibly erotic, watching the way your eyes seem to dance with desire, and your mouth parting slightly in anticipation. Your hips buck involuntarily as he pulls back, revealing his red-stained tongue and the fervor of his desire.

He runs a finger along one of the thin cuts before he speaks, his voice hoarse and gravelly. He tells you that he loves it when you let him take control, that he loves when you look at him with those wild, yet vulnerable eyes. Your gaze follows him, as he pushes your legs open. Slotting himself perfectly between your thighs, your heart flutters. The dim light behind him framing his lithe frame, you desperately want to reach up to touch him. Your fingers twitch at the thought of running your hands down his torso, or clawing his back until his blood is under your nails. But you vaguely remember that you're supposed to be good, and stay still for your partner.

Said partner can see every nuance look, and flicker of your eyes. He can see the mental battle you are having, and he loves it. He slowly starts grinding against you, smiling devilishly at the small cry that comes from you. You are already so sensitive, and he's barely done anything. III slows his movements, until he stops completely. Keeping himself firmly pressed against your aching arousal, reaching for the knife. III doesn't know how much longer he can control himself, not when you're laying so still and being so good for him. He trails the tip of it over your nipple, down your stomach. With every twitch that courses through you, the blade nicks you. Leaving a dotted crimson line down to your thigh, III stops in the middle of your thigh. The sharp tip digging into the plush flesh, he can see the pleading look in your eyes.

He can feel your body already pulled tight. aching for release. Much like his, it takes everything in him not to shake. Not to completely take you, he turns his focus to your thigh. The two of you have talked about him carving his name into your thigh multiple times, so many times he can see it perfectly in his minds eye. He looks up at you, pressing just slightly harder before letting up tentatively. He sees the answer in your eyes, and on your lips. You give him a breathy yes, and he gets to work. Dutifully carving his name into your thigh, making quick work as to not cause too much pain. But just enough to keep you needy, and trembling beneath him.

He can tell from your moans, and gasps that you're close to your limit. He can feel you throbbing against him, so he pulls away completely once he's done carving your thigh. His mouth waters at the sinful whimpers, and begging coming from you. He leans down to lap at the small trail of blood running down the inside of your quivering thigh. Choosing to ignore your pleas for him, and his need for you. He presses his tongue flat against the fresh cuts, groaning heavily at the metallic and slightly salty taste. Your hips buck involuntarily, getting no friction. You groan in frustration, feeling the knot in your stomach loosen. His gaze locking onto yours, the look in his eyes sending a violent shiver down your spine. Vaguely realizing that he looked completely sober, but the thought vanished as III wraps his hand around your throat.

Your body instantly melting against the weight, little whimpers falling from your lips as he bites his way up. Leaving small already forming bruises, in his wake. His hand moves from around your throat to grasping the back of your neck. Angling your head back, baring the soft flesh of your throat to his mouth. He finally decides to reveal his plan to you, telling you that he's going to see how far he push you, before you break and beg him to make you come undone beneath him. He groans into your neck as he sinks his teeth in breaking the skin, nearly coming in his pants at the cry you let out. Your body convulsing as you climax nearly untouched. He coos at you, lazily dragging his tongue over the bite.

"It's ok baby, we can try again." His knuckles running up and down the length of your now dripping pulsing arousal.

[turtles-allthewaydown]

Chapter 29 of Nothing Ventured is on AO3! Featuring a whole lot of apologies, trauma responses, and Senshi's unwashed beard.

Chapter CW for dissociation.

[theredengineapologist]

I decided to publish my first Jameward short fic!

Title: Under Lavender Skies

Summary: James would have liked it if he and Edward could run side-by-side forever. AKA James proposes to Edward and they get married. That's it. That's the fic.

This is the first time I've written Jameward fic and the first work I decided to post publicly in years, so please keep that in mind. ^^;

Inspired by this post by @shelli-gator

[monigote001]

The kissing booth is open!

On the lips or the cheek, hand and head, you can choose your favorite place!

How does this dynamic work?

Send me for DM or my ask box the character you think that deserves a smooch (Can be an OC or canon character, feel free to be creative) and I will doodle them

Remember specify where you want the kiss, the age and in case that is a canon character, their origin source!

That being said, you are more than welcome to participate! 🎉

[honestlydarkprincess]

i lit the match, the firemen can do the rest

for @swiftiediaz & @monsterrae1

buck/eddie || rated: e || words: 6.6k

The house was quiet, too quiet. Eddie had just gotten back a little bit ago from dropping Christopher off at one of his friends houses for a sleepover.

It had been a couple weeks since his Tía Pepa had started setting him up on dates and so far Eddie had been on three dates. They weren’t bad dates but they hadn’t done anything for him. Eddie could admit that he had had a nice time. Dinner was good, the company was fine, but that’s all it was. Nice. Fine. Eddie wanted more than that. He wanted…everything. He wanted someone who knew him better than anyone else, who made him feel both like his feet were on the ground and like he was flying high. He wanted Buck.

But Buck didn’t want him.

Or, the one where Eddie is pining and decides to drive over to Buck's. He doesn't expect to walk in on friends-with-benefits Buck and Natalia and he definitely doesn't expect the night to end with him getting everything he's ever wanted with Buck.

read on ao3

[darling-gemini]

the confessions of crystal palace (2.5k words)

Niko finds herself lost in a nightmare, a terrifying kaleidoscope of images of death and destruction repeating on an endless loop before her closed eyes. She shifts around in bed, brows furrowed in concentration as she tries desperately to wake from the dream, but finds that she can’t. She can’t escape. Try and try as she might, she remains locked away in the back of her mind, unable to take control of her body. It’s terrifying, and makes her feel totally helpless. Still, she cannot break free.

[cocobeanncteez]

Did I really just write 22k words after looking at a picture of San in a suit?

Yes. Yes I did.

Attorney Choi San x CEO reader dropping tonight <3

[remapped-soul]

ao3 link. spotify playlist.

[teteminne]

I’d love to hear something about A Game of Love for the WIP game

Hii, thank you so much for the ask and for tagging me in the game as well!!

So, A Game of Love is an AU I talked extensively with @palominojacoby about a long (long) time ago, but that (unfortunately) didn't make it out of my drafts yet. It is a modern jonsa AU of the movie What Happens in Vegas, that rom-com with Cameron Diaz and Ashton Kutcher. Here's a snippet!

Four days later, Sansa wakes up with a blinding, awful headache, and a taste so foul to her tongue it nearly makes her sick.

“By the gods…” she moans, sitting up on the too-soft bed of her hotel room. Anya had let her keep the room she’d gotten for herself and Harry in a rare gesture of goodwill - or apology, perhaps - . It was clearly a room meant for a couple, with lots of flowers and a myriad of heart motifs, but what had crushed Sansa’s heart had actually been the bed, draped in silk-satin sheets and enormous, truly far too big for one person alone…

Sansa lets out the highest high pitched scream of her life, flinging herself off the bed and onto the floor in a painful flash. The man laying by her side screams too, though much more gravely. A shout, really, filled with the awful surprise of being woken up by a particularly shrill siren. His wide eyes find her once he sharply turns her way after shooting straight up into a sitting position on the bed, and then widen further - a thing she wouldn’t have thought possible, really -. 

“Others take me!” the man curses, voice so rough it is more of a growl, really. Sansa covers her face with her hands, knees brought up to her chest, wanting to cry. She can’t believe she’s done this. She’s always known hookups aren’t for her - there’s nothing wrong with them, not at all, it's just that she has a particular way of seeing sex, always has, really, and to her, it is like… an spiritual experience. Like a momentary simbiosis. The thought of merging herself like that with someone she doesn't know, doesn’t love… she’s never wanted that and she can feel her heart sinking in her chest at having done it. “Are you… are you crying?” the man sounds horrified. Sansa lowers her hands, looking up into his face. Well… her cheeks redden. At least she’d done well for herself. 

“No.” she denies, swallowing her tears and smiling wetly up at him. It’s not his fault Sansa has drunkenly done this. By the way he is flinching at the daylight shining through the window, he must be nursing as bad a hangover as Sansa is. It would be cruel to make him feel bad about this. “It was just the light.” she lies. 

He looks a bit suspicious, but thankfully doesn’t question her further. Sansa thinks it might be because he wants to believe her - he’d looked thoroughly stricken at the possibility of having participated in something that’d make her weep -. That sweetens him in her heart, and her features soften further. The way the muscles of his shoulders lose their tension in response assures her she’d been right.

His clothed shoulders. Sansa blushes; it was a very fancy dress-shirt that he was wearing. As fancy as the dress she had on. Had they truly been in such a hurry they’d not even fully undressed? She’s still wearing panties! Had he just pushed them to the side to…

She immediately interrupts that train of thought, mortified. 

Slightly awkward in a sort of endearing way, the man offers her a hand to get up off the floor. Sansa coyly takes it, smiling a bit, trying not to think about how she must have makeup smeared all over her face. 

But then, once she’s standing, her hand in his, she feels the hard coldness of skin meeting metal, looks down, and at once drops his hand, shouting in rage:

“You’re married!” she bellows, indignant. 

She doesn’t even wait to see the confusion in the stranger’s eyes take place on his face, looking all around for her heels, her purse - and the condom. By the Gods, let them have used a condom -, fully enraged, when she is suddenly surprised by the stranger’s own bellow:

“You’re married!” he accuses, pointing indignantly at her. 

Sansa swirls to look at him, unbound and dirty hair flying all around, head pounding - truly pounding. This might be the worst hangover of her life - and follows the line of his finger to where it points: her own left hand, where a shiny, tiny band of silver - or is it white gold? Oh my, it is white gold - elegantly circles her ring finger. An unknown band of white gold; she’d left Harry’s ring to him back at the apartment. Besides, that one had been gold, with a big diamond on top. Her eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets.

“No, no, I’m not….” she mumbles, baffled, mouth dry.

She looks up, wordless, only to find the man holding something, pale all over.

“What?” she asks; “What is it?”  

Quietly, he turns what he’d been holding around: a picture. It’s a picture. Of him, and her. Kissing in front of a man in a sparkly suit. She has a plastic bouquet and is wrapped in what she knows, in her gut, to be his jacket. He has what she can only assume was her veil haphazardly wrapped around his shoulders. He’s somewhat dipping her, and she is clumsily holding onto his shoulders for dear life. 

It’s a picture. A picture of them getting married.

[xx-thedarklord-xx]

Not Needed

Harry Potter went missing the night the Potter’s died. The Magical world looked for him but to no avail. No Hogwarts letter was ever sent, no messy mop of black hair appeared on the first day of school. To the rest of the world he was as good as dead. A shame that no one counted on adoption.

Some tags: Falling in Love, Getting Together, Smart Harry Potter, Bookworm Harry Potter, Magically Powerful Harry Potter, Harry Stays Out of the War, Anal Sex, Bottom Harry, Top Draco Malfoy, Draco Runs Away

Ao3

Gifted to @brainrot-has-overtaken-me

[stormbreaker101]

El Dorado's History, Morganthe's Backstories, and Kane's Plan

Or, in other words, trying to make all of the scattered bits of canon make sense.

Disclaimer: This is headcanon. Though I try to not directly contradict canon, I do have to fill in the blanks a lot, and sometimes something in canon just blatantly does not work with everything else.

So, let's start at the very beginning.

The creation of the Spiral, and the Titans being put to sleep. The way that the Fire Titan sleeps in Dragonspyre and the Ice Titan hibernates in Grizzleheim, the Storm Titan slumbers in (what is now called) El Dorado. I was inspired by this post by @bowl-of-wyrms. Along with the Tritons, El Dorado was home to many species we see elsewhere in the Spiral, particularly in Celestia, Skull Island, Wizard City, and Lemuria: The Watermoles, Crabs, Sharks, Prawn, other Fishfolk, Troggies (though that's such a distateful sounding name for them, I've decided to rename them the Coqui after the animal of the same name, inspired by a friend who has done the same) and perhaps other peoples based on aquatic & tropical species. Collectively, I'm going to call the people who lived there the Doradans.

Closeby to El Dorado was Celestia, a world and people hand-made by Grandmother Raven to steward the Astral Schools, similar to how she made the Kalamar, Dwarves, Nimbari, and Alphoi in Empyrea to steward Life/Death, Fire/Ice, Myth/Storm, and her Edicts. The reason the Celestians ended up separate from Empyrea was because the Astral Magics (being a triad) couldn't make a Paradox Chain the way the other schools could, so Raven placed the world elsewhere.

I like to think of Celestia as becoming El Dorado's moon, or the two worlds being like a binary system. This is in reference to my other headcanons of how the Spiral works as a physical galaxy (which I should write up and post sometime lmao). In any case, these two worlds are VERY close-knit.

Another world that is closely involved with the two is Azteca. It's a bit more of a 'third wheel' in the system, but there had been the trade of knowledge and craft between Azteca and the other two. Azteca has its own extensive craft of Astral magic (as seen in-game with the spells you can learn from there), and El Dorado contains plenty of Aztecan architecture and stonework (I shall explain my evidence for this headcanon shortly).

Aside from architecture and magic, a third notable craft came from these three worlds coming together: the Golden Organs. The Organs were devised to help one control the Storm Titan if he were to ever wake up again. They channel different aspects of other Schools of magic to help one counter and bind Storm.

The Golden Eye gives its user perfect perception, and draws on the Life school as the force of awareness and existence. Observing everything from the mightiest of forces to the smallest pieces of being. It takes in both information and magic, opening more than just your physical eyes to all that the Song of Creation has to offer.

The Golden Mind gives its user perfect recollection, and draws on the Ice school's tankiness. It works as a magical storage system to contain and withstand all the information that comes through the Eye, protecting its user from overwhelm. (And from that perfect knowledge retention comes heightened intelligence like we see in Kane.)

The Golden Heart gives its user the ability to hold all the mana that the Eye helps you take in, drawing on the Fire school's connotations of passion and energy. In nonliving beings such as clockworks, it would also give them the capacity to feel desires and emotion to the extent that a living person does.

The Golden Hand gives its user the strength and precision to harness all the mana within the Heart, taking inspiration from Death being all about finality and transformation and channeling the fear from oneself to others.

Missing just one of the four Organs when trying to control the Storm Titan can spell disaster for both the entity using them and for the lands around them.

El Dorado's reputation of being home to wondrous magics has existed for just about as long as El Dorado itself has existed. Ages ago, the Golden Hand and Eye were stolen away and lost elsewhere in the Spiral. This thievery spurred the Doradans and Celestians to create the Golden Sentinels to guard the remaining two Organs, which were basically souped up versions of the various Constructs we see in Celestia.

So that's my headcanons on El Dorado. Now onto my Arc 2 thoughts.

In my interpretation, Morganthe grew up in Avalon, raised by her elder brother Malory and mentored by Merle Ambrose. After King Artorious's near-death and transformation into the Pendragon, Merle Ambrose decided to leave Avalon and found Ravenwood Academy & Wizard City. Morganthe was among the first students enrolled.

She also became the first student expelled from Ravenwood after her attempts to practice Astral magic nearly resulted in the destruction of Wizard City. She joined Coleridge's crew and ended up in Khrysalis. After destroying the Radiant Alcazar (the burrowers' own Star magic temple) she, Coleridge, and the crew landed on the new North side of Khrysalis, where the Arachna were quick to take her in. They helped her master Sun magic in the Solar Arc, but couldn't help her with Moon and Star. She also began to earn the title of Shadow Queen here, as the Arachna recognized her potential and were willing to build her up as theirs.

Thus began Morganthe's warpath. She started in Zafaria, claiming it as a base of operations (which is how I'm interpreting the whole "Zafaria was once her home" comment that Avalon seems to otherwise immediately retcon) and trying to bully her way into learning its Star magic. She gained a sizable following from each of the four nations, though lost the Deck of Shadows that the Arachna gave her in a fight against the newly founded Council of Light.

Embittered by her loss not just in the new Star magic she had just gotten from Zafaria but also the Sun magic from the Solar Arc, Morganthe decides she must go big or go home. So she goes big, marshalling the new Morgantine Army against Celestia, the divine center of Astral magic. The Army is made of Shadow Weavers from the Arachna, some of her Zafarian followers, and the undead she pulled from Celestia's own graves.

This is where El Dorado and Morganthe overlap. The Celestians and Doradans summon the Storm Titan to try and turn the tide (ha) against the Morgantine Army. However, only having the Heart and Mind was their downfall. Without the Eye, they couldn't take in all of the power that Storm had. Without the Hand, they couldn't control what power the Heart was able to absorb and store.

The Storm Titan ended up permanently flooding Celestia, knocking Celestia & El Dorado off of their regular orbits, and even chipping some pieces of El Dorado to scatter into the Spiral. One group of chunks became its own world: Skull Island, where we see remains of Doradan and Aztecan society today in its scattered ruins.

As for Morganthe, she failed to go big so she had no choice but to go home. Back to Khrysalis, where she finally relented and admitted that she couldn't grasp Astral magic yet. It was always far too slippery. She needed something stronger. She needed to actually use Shadow. Becoming the Shadow Queen not just in title, but in ability. It was the only avenue she could see left, the last option presented to her.

Oh and because Lemuria has had me in a chokehold for the past 2.5 years and will continue to strangle me for years after, it's only a few years after the Storm Titan's destruction (also known among the surviving Doradans both on El Dorado & flooded Celestia as "The Great Storm") that Stallion Quartermane leads the Old One to Celestia. The Old One took a fragment of what little dry land already remained and some of the Watermoles & Sharkfolk for Lemuria (whose descendants we see there today), swooping in as some benevolent savior that they oh so desperately needed after they just suffered a mass-extinction event and the loss of a LOT of their people and creations to the flood.

And now this headcanon history jumps some 1500 years later, when Marco Pollo creates the map to El Dorado. He and his crew make the journey there, and Gazpaccio manages to snag the Golden Heart and Mind, though not without angering the Golden Sentinels that the ancient Doradans and Celestians had made after the first thievery.

Gazpaccio puts the Golden Mind to use, creating Kane to help him get a leg back up in society after his former financial allies, the Tortellini family, kicked him to the curb. When the Polarian War breaks out, Gazpaccio released Kane to the King and Queen of Valencia as a mechanical master of strategy that could halt Napoleguin in his tracks.

There's a funny interaction that happens in the background that nobody is really aware of. Out of the four major Spiral Powers--that being Marleybone, Monquista, Valencia, and Polaris--the lattest is the most magical. It is home to the Auroracle (ancient spirit able to give prophetic messages to those who ask it), the Luphilim (guardians of the Auroracle and other divine sites in the Spiral) , and the majority of Borealis Gemstones (the purest chunks of the First World). I'm of the headcanon that Napoleguin became such a threat to the Spiral Powers because he dared to integrate magic into politics and war. He became essentially a battlemage general, similar to Grand General Spitfire perhaps.

And Kane just so happens to be made of an artifact designed to help one control uncontrollable magic. The Golden Mind's more ancient programming kicks in, giving him the drive to rein in magic. First he establishes the Armada to break Napoleguin's army. Next, he encourages the Valencian royalty to include a term in the post-war peace treaty, that magic shall not be involved in international politics. This treaty later expands to the Armada outlawing all magic.

The Golden Mind's anti-magic programming kicking in also activates another ancient piece of code it has: seeking the other Golden Organs. This is what drives Kane to seek El Dorado, to complete the set. He doesn't know where the other Organs are, but is certain that they, schematics for building them, or clues as to their whereabouts, are in El Dorado. And thus, canon Pirate101 (Arc 1) plays out.

also yea this means that Kane destroying the Golden Heart is stupid and just Does Not Work with this headcanon. I am fully of the belief that the Heart had to be destroyed just so it wouldn't stay an unresolved plotpoint as the writers had to desperately tie the plot up in Valencia Part 2. That isn't to say that Kane in this AU would want to immediately install the Heart. Having a potentially-infinite store of magic without having the tool necessary to channel it (i.e., the Golden Hand) may only cause him difficulties. He would hesitate to install it until he had the Hand.

As for Pirate Arc 1's end, with the Machine taking the Golden Mind and Queen revealing herself to be alive?

That's a story for another time.